Why

Why when leaves are dying their glory grades of green, red and gold adorn the world

yet when humans die their skins already start to fall apart; blue veins deepen,

brown liver spots increase and mauve red faces show pain and denial, hope or 

acceptance of their fate yet no outward glory? We will be remembered by History, for a 

time, by God if He is in His heaven for all time, as the leaves are trodden underfoot -mush.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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